Inhibition Marking Committee

Xi Mozhi came out of the costume drama "Days and Nights of My Days and Nights with the Amnesiac Emperor" and was about to fly to the charity party.Although he is a traffic star, he has a lot of contacts in the circle. There are so-called "best friends" in all walks of life. It is reasonable to be invited to a party where veteran big names gather.

Xi Mozhi was fixing his makeup in the VIP room at the airport, when a call came suddenly, and the assistant hurried over with his phone in his arms, "Brother Mo, it's your father."

Xi Mozhi took off the two essence eye masks, sat up to take them, and waved away the people in the room.

The assistants and make-up artists retreated outside, finally able to catch their breath.In the past two months, Xiaomo has been absent from work more than a dozen times without reason. The frequency of releasing pigeons is comparable to the daily work of a pigeon farm. It was only two days ago that he was willing to come back to pick up the rest of the work, so he pulled everyone around him to rush to work. Exhausted.

Before they sat down to chat and drink some tea, Xi Mo opened the door with a solemn face, with half of his hairstyle done, and told his assistant: "Go, tell the manager that I want to ask for leave, at least three days Can't come."

The assistant ran over slowly, "Brother Mo, what's the matter? Why did you ask for leave again? If you ask the activity provider again, you will lose money according to the contract."

Xi Mozhi's atmosphere and expression at this moment perfectly interprets the complex expression of "the emperor is critically ill, the prince is in danger, and the border is in danger" that he was NGed by the director countless times before on the set.

He said heavily: "My sister-in-law passed away."

Assistant: "Huh??"

"Oh no, he passed away. It's a string of words. Anyway, that's it. I'll go home first."

Xi Mozhi quickly slipped away from the stunned eyes of everyone, and traveled back to the boundless world through the family ring, and the first sentence he said when he returned home was beaming: "Mom, my brother is sick, when can I start learning to take over the world today? night?"

Du Yuelan happened to come out of the side hall, and upon hearing these words, he felt ready to kill his own son.

His youngest son was born short-sighted, and he and Xi Min have seen it clearly since Xi Mozhi was a child.

Sitting in the middle hall, Xi Min glanced lightly at his youngest son.The antenna on the top of Xi Mozhi's head stood up, touched his nose, and said embarrassingly: "I want to share the worries of my brother who is sick."

Du Yuelan walked behind Xi Min, raised his majestic eyes: "That's just right, you quit your acting job, and come back to assist Mo Hui wholeheartedly."

Xi Mozhi: "...This, this is not the same thing."

Xi Min didn't say a word about him, but instead asked Du Yuelan: "How is Mo Hui?"

"I took the medicine and fell asleep."

Xi Min's fingertips tapped lightly on the sinking wooden table twice, and asked again: "Why are you willing to take medicine?"

"At first I didn't want to eat it, so I vomited it three times. Then I smoked it in the house and passed out. I drank it down. Patriarch..." Du Yuelan looked distressed.

Xi Min waved his slender hand, "Mo Zhi, you go first."

"Oh." Xi Mozhi went upstairs sullenly.

He hid at the entrance of the stairs, stuck to the wall and listened to the movement in the hall, and vaguely heard Du Yuelan say: "...he seems to have suffered from hysteria again, thinking that what we gave him was abortion pills, so he didn't want to drink……"

Xi Min was quiet for a while, and said in an unrecognizable tone: "Let him go."

Xi Mozhi walked upstairs lightly, walked around the floor where his brother lived, and the bedroom door was open. He went in and looked, but there was no one inside.Thinking of his father's ruthless method of picking out the chin-stopper for the two of them back then, he muttered a few words and automatically walked to the top of the seventh-floor tower.

If it's not in the bedroom, it must be in the small dark room.

Standing on tiptoe, he caught a glimpse of a white hair in the distance through the small window on the fence of the door. Falling asleep is a performance.

Xi Mozhi couldn't help imagining that if his brother's acting skills could be borrowed from him by three points, he wouldn't have to be scolded by black fans for taking screenshots frame by frame of every clip he posted.

The younger brother of the Xi family stood in front of the door and shouted: "Brother, how old are you, why are you still locked in a small dark room?"

There was a dead silence.

Xi Mozhi made fun of himself.Before he left, he took another look at Xi Mohui's back, and felt a little pitiful, and his other emotions were gone.

It's as if he felt sorry for Jin Ze, who was chasing after him with a big belly. If he wanted to say how deep his feelings were, if he thought about it carefully, he didn't seem to have any.

But he never considered his lack of affection a regret.

Instead, he should be in a safer emotional position than Sim Mohui's reaction.

Sometimes, excessive empathy will only hurt yourself and yourself.

Xi Mo embraced the heart in the vacuum bag, staring blankly at the small window protruding from the second floor.It seems that if he looks at it for a long time, a foreigner will grow on the small platform there, eagerly climbing up and leaning over, calling his name softly and gently.

He spat out all the medicine Du Yuelan gave him.The bitter taste of the medicine spread from the tip of the tongue to the mouth of the throat.His fingers were soft, and he rubbed gently against his abdomen. He fell into cognitive confusion and whispered tenderly: "The child is still here, still here... Your other father and I will protect you... He is here, and I will protect you." holding it..."

There was a rustling sound outside the door, and Simo retracted his heart, curled up on the small bed, and waited until the door was opened heavily, before he moved his gaze away from the small window and closed his eyes.

"Don't go back." Xi Min didn't deliberately lower his voice.

Xi Mohui didn't move.

Xi Min walked into the depths and looked down at his son, "You are not asleep, get up. I have something to tell you."

Xi Mo turned his eyes slightly under his eyelids, opened his eyes, just looked directly at the skylight coming in through the small window, and didn't turn his face to look at Xi Min, let alone turn around.

"He came to me before he died, and begged me to hypnotize you and erase your memory of him." Xi Min said, his tone as if it didn't matter.

Simo's body shook slightly.

"I promise."

Xi Mohui sat up suddenly, a sharp gaze blended vigilance and sorrow, and met Xi Min's gaze head-on.

He suppressed the resentment that surged up, and just about to say something, he was suddenly discouraged, and laughed in a tense voice: "You don't intend to do this. You just gave hope to the dying man."

Because if Xi Min wanted to do it, his memory would have been replaced without anyone noticing.Since he told him bluntly, he didn't plan to do anything.

Xi Min stated steadily: "I also give you the right to choose. Do you forget him and start over, or—"

"I won't forget him!" Simo panted deeply, with slender finger bones, clutching into the messy bed sheet.

"When you fall, his soul is by your side." As a mother, it is cruel to tell such a fact to her eldest son who has just lost her lover.

But that's what Xi Min came here for.Xi Mohui can't face it now, and will leave scars for the rest of his life.Instead of letting him spend the rest of his life in a daze, it is better to give him some hope and inspire him to stand up and walk on with hope.

"Hun! Is he here? Mother, tell me." He glanced around in a panic, straightened his hair helplessly, as if he was afraid that Huan Xiubai's soul would see him in such a distressed state.

"He can't cross the boundless border." Naturally, it is impossible to follow them here.

"... Is there any way to see him?" Simo almost begged.

"Have."

Simo's eyes lit up for a moment.

"You complete the ceremony and inherit the godhead."

The light suddenly went out.

In order to meet a person, choosing to betray him was extremely contradictory from the very beginning.

If Huan Xiubai learned that he rolled with another person under the ancestral hall for three days and three nights in order to meet him, and that he and the other person had done all the things they did, how would Huan Xiubai deal with himself?

Absolutely not.

Huan Xiubai would be in pain, and he didn't want to hand over his body at will.

"There must be other ways..." With his back to Xi Min, he muttered to himself and sat down, sinking into his self-consciousness again, without even noticing when Xi Min left.

The medicine bowl fell to the ground suddenly, the ceramics were shattered to pieces, and one piece hit the floor, making a vague sound: "If you want to meet the dead disciples of MOC, you can make a deal with me."

"...Lord God, long time no see. Have 'your' body back, are you about to return to the pinnacle of the ABO world?" Even though he was in a predicament, Xi Mohui still faced the Lord God with arrogance and sarcasm.

"My internal organs have been shattered into pieces, and the key to open and use them is in your hands. Hand over the key, and I will immediately teach you how to see the invisible existence in the world."

Xi Mohui divided his mind, pondered for a while, and decided to follow the other party's words: "Huan Xiubai's small world is also a life-saving lock for me. Please tell me first, what are the steps of calling the soul, and is it worth it?" I trade with you."

The pottery shards clicked, "The important thing is not the steps, but your obsession with him. When you can touch his remaining soul with your consciousness, you can catch him and tie him up forever as a slave of utensils. Of course , he will never be able to leave you forever, and may hate you because of this, and turn against you."

Xi Mo chuckled back, as if mocking his ignorance.

"No." He let out a foul breath, and looked at the skylight calmly, "He can follow me, it's too late to be happy."

An hour later, the younger brother of the Xi family reluctantly came up to deliver the meal. He leaned in front of the door, twisted his eyes and searched, then rushed downstairs and shouted excitedly: "Mom! My brother ran away from home again!"

The second time that the elder Xi's son ran away from home was not as vigorous as the first time, but this time he left quietly.

Afterwards, Kanazawa asked casually, "Can you come and go from the top of the confinement tower at will?"

The corner of Xi Mozhi's mouth twitched: "I can't, but Xi Mo can answer. My brother figured out how to open that door when he was 15 years old, and he was willing to go in and squat later, just to show his parents. Is he super scheming? !"

Jin Ze: "He has a scheming heart, at least he has a heart."

"...Do you mean that I am heartless?"

"It's still self-knowledge, and some people can be saved."

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[Magic World], Cross Tombs.

Going round and round, I came back here after more than a month.

For Seamus, it's where it all started.

Huan Xiubai's deep-rooted obsession and the responses he gave all started from this forest of white crosses.

The so-called method of touching the soul has the same effect as the branch blood magic developed by Xi.Its essence is to use the soul to contact the soul, and to use resonance to form a permanent connection.

But there is no flesh and blood connection between him and Huan Xiubai, there is, it's just this relationship, which is a thousand times more difficult to operate than blood magic.

No matter how specific the process is, the main god can't tell the truth.In this regard, he explained it this way: "I chose to become a god by the law of nature. At that time, I abandoned my physical body. I don't have a better understanding of soul capture than you. An expert in this field should be..."

Simo knew the name - Fang Weixing.

Speaking of the past when he lost his godhead, the Lord God was silent for a moment, skipped the topic and said, "I will help you gather the soul, and the rest is all up to you. After the matter is done, return the fragments to me."

"Okay." Simo responded readily, and had already prepared the escape spell. When the time came, he bound his soul and plunged back into the boundless world, refusing to fulfill his promise.

When a person, being a symbol, is personified in another, he gains power through the consciousness of thought.

The more people who do this, or the larger the group of believers, the stronger his power will be, condensing the ideas of all people, and finally incarnating into the concept of "God".

This is also the theoretical basis for many years of folklore that mortals become gods.

Huan Xiubai has no believers, he only has his god, and what he can condense is only one "obsession" of Xi Mohui.

"Are you listening?"

Xi Mohui pulled his silver hair behind his ears and stood facing the wind. The southern sea, which has already entered spring, was filled with the wind of Hexi.The believers of the God of Light who came to pray in the morning saw his figure from the foot of the cross. They were astonished, thinking that it was some angel descending to earth, they all closed their eyes and bowed devoutly.

"If you're listening, I want to tell you that I saw that letter."

In the twilight of the morning, gold was sprinkled on his indifferent and gentle face, like a statue of a savior.

"I'm very disappointed in you. You made the choice between two people alone. I can't forgive this kind of betrayal."

He took off the ring and held it in his hand.

"As you said, three months is very short, and I may let it go in a few years. Let me tell you now, no one is obliged to bear the feelings of a deceased person. Even if you say it emotionally, I will occasionally think about it many years later, I also feel troubled: You can't give me anything, so how dare you want to leave a trace in my heart?"

He raised his hand, dropped the ring in his palm, and watched it fall rapidly from the top of the [-]-meter-high cross almost indifferently, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"My response to you has always been based on the fact that you are alive. Since you are dead, there is no source of water, no tree without roots, everything is false."

He summoned the box, opened it, and opened the envelope containing 99 wishing slips. As soon as he let go, fragile white paper fluttered down along the trajectory of the wind.

From a distance, it looks like a widow holding a handful of paper money and scattering it on the grave.

His complexion was clear, and there were no tears, but the light in his eyes was extinguished. No matter how golden the newborn sun was, there was not a single ray that could shine into the imprisoned heart.

"I'll throw away all your stuff and start over."

Ditch your unicorn stickers…

lose your glands...

drop your ring...

Finally, he took off his shoes and stood barefoot on the steel beam, his feet turned red from the cold touch.Holding that heart, he took a step forward with a calmness he had never felt before, with half of his foot stepping off the beam, "If you don't come, I'll throw it away."

There is only the sound of whistling wind around, the sea level tends to be calm, and the golden light is shining.

In the spring breeze, he gradually began to tremble, his shoulders shrugged uncontrollably, and the illusion of calm peeled off, "...from now on, I will have nightmares in the middle of the night, calling your name. If you don't come, won't you feel sorry for me? "

"Liar... bastard... Didn't you say that you like me the most?"

"Throw it all away." He spit out these words hoarsely, took the last step forward, and plunged into the turbulent wind of spring.

Even the me who once belonged to you was ruthlessly thrown away by me.

He closed his eyes as he fell, waiting for the slightest sign to appear.

no……

He's about to fall to the ground...

Human cries of terror can be heard around...

Is he dying—

Xi Mo relaxed his body, fell softly into the darkness, and was suddenly swallowed by a sticky black hole that suddenly appeared in the sight of hundreds of people on the cross grave.

"...What is that?" Someone asked in disbelief.

His companion came back to his senses and worshiped in that direction, "It's a god!"

what is godIt is an idea that responds to one's wishes, without form or state.If this desire is strong enough, stronger than the sum of tens of millions of people, can "God" appear just by one person's obsession?

The power of consciousness is powerful.

As a demigod, Xi Mohui's subconscious exhalation is even more earth-shattering.

Huan Xiubai got up from the ground in a daze, his weak soul seemed to have been injected with a booster.Surrounding him was a large black cloud floating around, and what he was stepping on were small square spots like a mosaic. The images were random, constantly combined, and tried to organize into a regular pattern.

Suddenly, he felt an urgent crisis, prompting him to run forward.The black cloud following him penetrated into his body, and the swallowing power and soul merged into one, symbolizing the law of [unlocking] and [constructing]. They ran towards the dark sky, where there was a small window, and the window was a silhouette.

Time and space shifted, and he found himself in the cross grave, and the pure white figure fell from the height silently.

No...

He reached out to pick it up, but couldn't.

Float down and hug, hold empty.

Powerless.

Can't!Do something, Huan Xiubai! !

He threw himself on the ground and used his body to cushion the place where Sim Mohui landed, but Simohui still passed through the soul body and hit the ground heavily, lifeless.

... His little lover died.

Huan Xiubai knelt beside him, his bone marrow burst, his soul torn apart, and wept like crazy.The believers in the Cross Tombs came over, with only curiosity and regret on their faces.

Huan Xiubai tried to grab them one by one, shouting, whoever will save Xi Mohui, call the doctor quickly, but no one could hear him.Someone wanted to drag Xi Mohui away, Huan Xiubai tried his best to stop him, but he was dead and no one could touch him, so he had to let others take Xi Mohui away.

Is this the ending you want?A line of unfamiliar words appeared in his consciousness.

No, Xi Mohui shouldn't die, none of them should die!

Death is not the end, he has to turn everything around.The scene in front of him was like a shattered mirror, turning into thousands of fragments, piercing into his body, piercing his soul with pain. He was bleeding, dragging the shattered flesh and bones, tearing open the space and constantly looking for something.Suddenly, his feet were empty, and he fell into the alley of time, and countless doors marked with time gears appeared in front of him.

He opened the doors one by one, and searched for one day, two days, one month, two years, ten years, and a hundred years, until he touched the end of the torrent of time. Inside the last door, the peaceful Sleeping Beauty hugged his heart, lying on the bed. In a white light.

He has already been reborn in the tempering of time, returning to tranquility, returning to nature, and even when he walked past, he could not leave any traces in space and time.

He knelt down, knelt beside his god, hugged that heart, and pressed it heavily into his chest cavity, flesh and blood mingled, bones regenerated, breaking through the limitations of the laws of time and space, and the pure obsession that pierced through consciousness led him to the laws of nature.

"Xi Mohui" sat up and put his hand on his forehead.

Huan Xiubai realized that this was not Xi Mohui, but the most beautiful image created by the laws of nature according to his thoughts.

who are you?

"I am... Huan Xiubai."

Who are you here for?

"I want to change the ending."

what do you have?

"I have..." He recalled his long past life, and those memories were still as warm as new after years, so he replied: "I have 'creation', 'destruction', mastered 'time' and 'space', and more There is someone waiting for me to go home."

The wisdom of the laws of nature is imprinted in his mind: You have a small world to carry, and you also have the laws to control everything in the world. Abandon your body and return to your true self, and nature will give you the power you deserve. Go back.

"Xi Mohui" pierced his earlobe with a needle, hung a ruby ​​earring, and pushed him out of the gate of time and space.

Huan Xiubai touched the earring and found that it had grown into one body with himself.A brand-new cognition brought him back to the real world, like a deaf person hearing birdsong for the first time, like a color-blind person seeing a rainbow for the first time, Huan Xiubai had a subversive understanding of the world.

His small world has already expanded into a big world.

His spirit merged into the vegetation and soil, and became the "true god" who mastered the world.

The remaining unpolluted heart is tempered to grow a new fleshy body.

Huan Xiubai stood in front of the beach with his arms outstretched, and the wind and waves condensed into flowing stairs under his control, carrying him through the huge hole in the sky.

——His world is in the palm of his hand.

At the same time, Xi Min suddenly turned his head in the boundless world, staring deeply at the strange changes in the sky.

"After many years, this is the third true god who has been given the godhead."

Who is it?

Xi Min will soon find out.

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Saying that one chapter changes the body, we change one chapter hahahaha, no matter whether it is 3000 or 6000, it is one chapter.

There are many prerequisites for Huan Erbai to become a god. First of all, he got the shard of the main god and opened up his own space, unlike Meimei who needs to inherit the existing world.Second, he was born with the ability to [deconstruct] and tear apart space, which is a natural talent, so he was targeted by the mastermind.

But as Xiaomei said before, he belongs to the category of "with bun filling, but no bun skin", while others "have bun skin, but borrow a bun filling (such as Xijia and Zhunao)", which is a bit of an upside-down.But thanks to Xiaomei taking him into a dream, he himself was tortured in the trial field, and finally he was stimulated by Xiaomei jumping off a building to have a strong will to "become a god" to change the ending, and the combination of many factors contributed to the ending ( I finally realized the law of time, it’s not easy).

Of course, the most important thing is that Xiao Meili's obsession drew him out (Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

In short, you don’t need to think too much, it’s the truth that love saves the world.

My own mother, I personally bought a plug-in for Erhuan, so I can be happy and beautiful in the future hahahahahahahahahaha Erhuan is really cool, Xiaomei can’t control him hahahahaha laughing wildly

From the next chapter to the ending is sugar~

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感谢在2019-12-1821:59:53~2019-12-2123:56:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Qiuqiuqiu;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 2 millet porridge; Fleeting Years, Meatballs are very happy, Lucien, 1 sweet wine and fruit milk sauce;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：拔剑四顾心茫然51瓶；冬谣20瓶；顾熙11瓶；秋秋秋、郗櫞10瓶；夜栩Y1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!